The breeze blew gently through
the dark alley. It was a strange breeze, colder than air should have been at
that time of year. Strange things had been happening for the last couple of
months so this was just one more thing out of the ordinary.
He looked down the well-lit
street. Cars were parked close enough together that running between them might
pose a problem. He had a feeling that whoever was hiding in the alley didn’t
want to be found, let alone caught.
He had lost track of his
partner during the chase, so he wasn’t sure whether he should wait or act. His
code was to always act first, never be acted upon first. If someone makes a
decision for him, it takes away his freedom to choose his own mistakes. Without
that power of free choice, a person would never learn from the mistakes made,
but rather the mistakes created by someone else’s decisions. He wasn’t about to
let that happen.
He breathed a heavy sigh and peered
around the corner into the alley again. He couldn’t make out that much besides
a dumpster and a couple doors. Both doors were more than likely firmly shut at
this early in the morning. That meant there was only one way in and out. It was
silent except for a soft humming sound. That was odd. No sound at all. He
returned his back to the wall and listened for any type of sound. Nothing.
He placed his finger in his ear
and wiggled it around. He could hear that sound it made. He didn’t want to make
too much noise, but he got the feeling all the sound around him was being
drowned out by something. That, or the air that acts as a medium for sound was
refusing to cooperate. That sounded crazy.
He couldn’t waste any more
time. He had to act. He already had his gun in his hand, but added a flashlight
to the other hand and turned it on. He turned the corner quickly and his
powerful light barely illuminated the blackness of the alley.
“DCPD, I need you to step out
from wherever yo-“
He saw the creature before any
sound was made, but it was too late. It was travelling in slow motion toward
him, cutting through the icy air. Every step it took, a crackle of ice sheered
through the pavement. The walls were being ripped apart by crevices, filled
with liquid water than almost instantly freezed, drive a bigger gap into the
already fragile walls. Everything seemed on the verge of death.
In this instant of surrealism,
his finger managed to find the trigger 6 times before the beast was on him. The
force hit him like a truck. The creature clawed at him as he flew away, ripping
his chest open. The pain should have been enough to force a scream, but he felt
nothing. The blood seemed to freeze instantly as it flowed from the body.
The night seemed to freeze as
he flew in midair. He let out what was probably his last breath. Did this creature have the ability to freeze
time as well as his surrounding? Or was it the moment before death when time
seems to slow down? And in what world do monsters like this exist? This must be
a dream.
He hit the icy sidewalk and
slid conveniently under a car. The impact sent him into a state of unconsciousness
and he thought the frozen darkness had permanently surrounded him.
It hurts everywhere. Everywhere
hurts.
“Agent Morrison, he appears to
be coming out of it.”
“Partner! You’re finally awake!”
He felt a sharp pain in his
shoulder, sharper than the rest of his body. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but
he assumed that Agent Morrison had punched him in the arm.
“Rise and shine. It’s time to
get out of bed,” he said loudly. “Kidding, of course. You took quite a beating.
Doc says you might not even remember what happened judging from the seriousness
of your concussion.”
He finally opened his eyes and
let the world slowly spin in to focus. The room was quite dark so either it was
night or the windows were covered. Either way, he wasn’t in the mood to
actually check.
After the world stopped
spinning for the most part, he looked at his partner, Agent Morrison. He was
older, but not old enough to interfere with his performance in the field. He
looked like any typical FBI agent, clean cut face and parted brown hair. He had
a stern face that didn’t match his personality in the least. Independent of who
he was talking to, he always had a joke ready.
“Agent Valentine?” He said
annoyed. He grabbed Valentine by the shoulders and shook him violently.
“Arrrrgh.” Agent Valentine
said.
“Stop that at once!” A female voice
said from the doorway. Valentine imagined it was the Nurse, but couldn’t
actually see her behind Morrison’s body. “He’s badly injured and needs some
rest.”
“I understand Doc, but I need
to talk to him about the events from last week.”
“Last week?” Valentine said
incredulously. He tried to sit up, but was met with pain and Morrison’s firm
grip. “How long have I been out?”
“Only a few days. No big deal.”
Morrison said nonchalantly. “But we need to talk about what happened. Was it a
gang? Did the guy surprise you? How’d you manage to fire your gun 6 times and
hit nothing? I mean, not even Agent Erikson is that bad, and he’s pretty awful.”
Agent Morrison snickered to
himself. This was the cue that you too should also snicker, or laugh, or smile.
If you didn’t Morrison became upset because he knows everything he says is hilarious.
“No, it was some 10 foot tall
blue spikey dinosaur monster! It was crazy! I’ve never seen anything like it.
I-“
Valentine was about to continue
when he noticed a man in black clothing
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